Some weeks are harder than others.
Even as the night temperatures plunge towards freezing again,
my bees thrive and expand.
For me, nature in all her resilient generosity and reciprocity
is a testament to life.
Even when the powers of the world seem hell bent
on destroying all that we cherish as life.
Even as beauty, goodness and truth are offered up daily
on the altars of war and profiteering.
I offer a bee poem and prayer for times such as these….
(I have taken the liberty of using bees instead of birds for the first poem. I hope the authors will forgive me.)
I love to watch how bees
soar on the wind.
There appears to be such
little effort, yet such joy.
I want to become like a bee
and let my spirit soar
on the winds that are blowing through my life.
I will not be crushed against the rocks!
I will sense the rhythm, the
flow, and react accordingly.
I will trust my inner guide.
—Judith Garrett Garrison and Scott Shepherd, Prayers for Healing, ed. Maggie Oman(Berkeley, CA: Conan Press, 1977)226.
Mother of all beginnings
With the honey-nectar
from the hive.
I will sing
The long-forgotten threnody
Of praise to thee.
—Anne Baring, Prayers for Healing, ed. Maggie Oman(Conari Press, Berkeley, CA, 1977)108.
2 thoughts on “Ode to Bees”
Thanks for the beautiful poems, language and thoughts. Nature is God’s love and part of the
justice for the universe. When we are touched it is forever. Human technology may be seductive
but in the end it fails regularly. It is nature we should love not the machine. Our ancestors
understood this clearly as machines are false idols.
It appears you are on a new path. Where is it taking you?
Hi Daniel, I’m doing a bit of itinerant ministry, alot of writing, a book soon to be published and my bee work:) Thank you for your support and your prescient, wise, love of life and all her manifestations!